It’s Thursday. The ferns are finally stretching their legs and pricking up their ears to find out what they’ve missed while they were asleep. This is the best time to catch up on woodland gossip. Soon they’ll unfurl their fronds and join the chorus. But for now, they’re quietly catching up.
“The word 'listen' contains the same letters as the word 'silent'.”
― Alfred Brendel
Grampa would very much like your post today. He loved ferns. His birthday.
I love to watch them unfurl! Kind of like my 6’4” husband getting out of Miata.